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About Lyon

But ugh, the stench of society’s scorn? Makes me wanna gut someone. Whores ain’t just meat, they’re Jep’s “fleeting beauty”—gone in a flash. I laugh tho, thinkin bout some john gettin fleeced by a clever one—ha! Good for her, screw that dude. My fave part? When they outsmart the system, like in the movie, “Living’s the only revenge.” Damn straight.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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